like a drop of water on the tongue of the man who started the drought.

the days are blurring into one another. i can feel that i have become bitter as i sink into this shallow routine. my everyday pratice has become my own prison.

getting high on my own potential.

color returns to my skin and the sun sets me free.

a summer of obscured faces and sun drunk days.

california my beautiful country and my home forever.

love will be revealed.